Years ago, on a cold Minnesota night, I had been talking with a woman on Craigslist about meeting up. She suggested we catch a movie at one of the classic locations, Riverview Theater. Up to this point, we hadn’t exchanged photos so this encounter was still very anonymous.
When I arrived she was younger, around 24, curvy, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and full lips.
We exchanged hellos and bought our tickets. The theater was a huge room, and we walked up to the very back row.
We kept conversation to a minimum, both of us full of nervous energy. But once the movie started, she started running her hands across my jeans. She kept her eyes forward as she felt me harden. I started touching her breasts and then ran my hand up her skirt. She spread her legs wide and lifted her skirt for full access. She was dripping.
I ran my smooth fingers across her slit with wide, deep rubs as she moaned quietly, biting her lower lip. My fingers moved faster and faster, using my middle finger to work her clit until she orgasmed hard, legs shaking violently.